I want so badly to be independent again, to live like a man, not a child. Not to have my son watching after me all the time. Not that I don’t appreciate all that you do for me. That’s not the way it’s supposed to be. I’ve been out of the institution for a year now, and I’ve just begun my journey back towards being whole. But I fear there are still times when I will get lost.
I’m drowning at work and on the verge of a nervous break down. Today, my boss gave me multiple client files who were failing to show to appointments. The first thing I did was laugh, and continue to laugh, for about a whole minute.
And then just I blurted out, “No, you see it’s funny, because you don’t even KNOW how much alcohol I’m going to have to drink to have the courage to come in tomorrow.”